The sunrises make me sad.
While the day is rising,
Over there, the night is falling.
Another lonely day to spend
in the middle of a circle formed by kids,
Pretending all if fine,
Until the bell rings.
Just for one more day,
one last day far away,
I’ll be someone I am not,
Someone they want me to be.
I’ll hide I’m homesick.
It’s only a bad dream, I tell myself,
Tomorrow I’ll be home.
The sunsets make me sadder.
While the night is falling,
Over there, the day is rising.
Another lonely night to spend
In my bed crying
Pretending I’m there with You
Until I fall asleep.
Just for one more night,
One last night far away
I’ll dream I’ve found our home street
Only to find our home never existed
And I’ll wake up, screaming in the middle of night.
It’s only a bad dream, I tell myself,
Tomorrow I’ll be home.
The sunrises make me sad.
I’m jealous of the moon by day.
The sunsets make me sadder.
I’m jealous of the sun by night.
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Note1 : The experiences of a Korean girl (from the age of 10 to 12) who was sent far way from her country, for adoption.
Note 2: I was 10 years old when I first saw the sunsets colours a move the roofs. I took my adoptive parents’ camera and I climbed the wall of the rear balcony to take a photo. And then I’ve wonder if I had ever seen sunset in Korea. From that day on, the sunsets made me think that Korea was there, far away, on the other side, and the sun was rising in Korea.
By day I often thought (still think) it was (is) dark in Korea. By night I often thought (still think) it was (is)daytime in Korea.
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